pulled the trigger.
BLAM!
Simon swore that he could actually feel the bullet graze by his nose, could hear the whistling hiss as it sped past him. He remembered a time when he was golfing and his brother-in-law Robert shanked the ball and it sailed right past his nose and hit the caddy next to him, giving him a concussion. Sounded like a dumb comparison, but even though this whole experience couldn’t have taken more than a second, that was where his mind traveled to—a golf outing in Paramus, New Jersey—as the bullet shrieked past him and the blood splashed onto his cheek.
Blood…
Ingrid’s eyes rolled back as she dropped to the ground.
Simon watched her fall in slow motion. Gone was all that primitive survival stuff, the stuff that might tell him to flee or fight or whatever. He watched Ingrid, his entire world, crumble to the concrete, bleeding, and another instinct took over.
Protect her…
He collapsed to the ground and, without conscious thought, covered her body with his, trying to position himself in such a way as to shield as much of her as possible, while at the same time seeing if she was alive, where the wound was, whether he could stem the bleeding.
Somewhere else, in another part of his brain, he knew that Luther was still there, still armed with a gun, still in all probability preparing to fire again. But that was a secondary or even tertiary thought.
Protect her. Save her…
He risked a look. Luther stepped toward him and pointed his gun down at Simon’s head. A dozen thoughts raced through his head—kick out, roll away, try to strike him in some way, any way, before he could fire again.
But there was nothing to be done. He could see that too.
There was no time to do anything to save himself, so he pulled Ingrid even more under him and curled his body inward, making sure none of Ingrid was exposed. He lowered his head toward hers and braced himself.
Simon heard the gunshot.
And Luther went down.
Chapter
Ten
Ash placed the cup of coffee on the table. Dee Dee bowed her head in prayer. Ash tried not to roll his eyes. Dee Dee finished the prayer in the same way she always did, “Forever be the Shining Truth.”
Ash sat across from her. The target’s name was Damien Gorse. He owned a tattoo parlor in a New Jersey strip mall across the highway from where they now sat. They both turned and stared at the name on the awning.
Dee Dee started giggling.
“What’s so funny?”
“The name of the parlor.”
“What about it?”
“Tattoos While U Wait,” Dee Dee said. “Think about it. I mean, how else would you do it? ‘Hey, man, here’s my arm, put a skull and crossbones on it, I’ll be back in two hours.’”
She covered her mouth as she giggled some more. It was all kinds of adorable.
“Good point,” Ash said.
“Right? Tattoos While U Wait. I mean, what name came in second place?”
He chuckled now too, either because the joke was a little funny or more likely because her giggle was contagious. Dee Dee drove him crazy. She could be annoying as all get-out, no question about it, but mostly, he was terrified that soon these jobs would end and she’d be gone from his life again.
Dee Dee noticed him looking at her funny. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Ash…”
Then he just said it: “You don’t have to go back.”
Dee Dee looked up at him with those damned beautiful get-lost-forever-in green eyes. “Of course I do.”
“It isn’t the Shining Truth. It’s a cult.”
“You don’t understand.”
“That’s what all cultists say. You have a choice here.”
“The Shining Truth is the only choice.”
“Come on, Dee Dee.”
She sat back. “I’m not Dee Dee there. I didn’t tell you that.”
“What do you mean?”
“At Truth Haven. They call me Holly.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“They made you change your name?”
“They didn’t make me change anything. Holly is my Truth.”
“Name changing is Cult Indoctrination 101.”
“It represents that I’m a new person. I’m not Dee Dee. I don’t want to be Dee Dee.”
He made a face. “So you want me to call you Holly?”
“Not you, Ash.” She reached across the table and covered his hand. “You always saw Holly. You were the only one.”
He felt the warmth of her hand on his. For a moment they stayed like that, and Ash wished that the moment would never move on. Stupid. He knew that it wouldn’t last. Nothing lasted. But for another moment or two, he just soaked this in and let it be.
Dee Dee smiled at him as if she knew just